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How would you describe your dream night with your Dom,Daddy,Mommy,owner
DaniellaTripleX
Spanked, fucked rough, and then fall asleep lol
diabolique_et_soumis
Magic 💫
If I could I’d want to dress up for my daddy and go out for dinner where he teases me all night then when he takes me home he uses me roughly before making me cum till I see stars. And of course he tells me what a good girl I was for him while we cuddle
14 minutes ago, Tnoot said:
If I could I’d want to dress up for my daddy and go out for dinner where he teases me all night then when he takes me home he uses me roughly before making me cum till I see stars. And of course he tells me what a good girl I was for him while we cuddle

i second this!

i’d love to go to the park with my daddy dom and play on the swings and then go out to eat then come home and get tied up and used like never before lol. then end the night with cartoons, cuddles and lots of kisses. when i get a daddy dom im not gonna know how to act 😂😂
I woke up with no intention of starting the day, just lying there in that strange stillness until my phone buzzed. I reached for it without thinking, and saw a message that made my heart skip: “Get dressed. I’m coming to get you.” Suddenly, my chest tightened with a rush of joy, temptation, and a flicker of ***. I ran to the bedroom, dressed the way I knew she liked, and waited—eyes locked on the phone. Then it lit up again: “Get your ass down here. FAST.” I didn’t hesitate. I sprinted like my body was no longer mine, and there she was—sitting in her car, that familiar smirk on her lips, her gaze locked onto mine like a magnetic *** pulling me in. As I opened the door and slid into the seat beside her, she glanced at me and said, “You look nice. Did you eat?” I shook my head and answered quietly, “Not yet, Mommy.” She gave a satisfied nod. “We’re about to change that, aren’t we?” I nodded, the words caught behind my teeth. She drove us to her favorite spot, ordered without asking, paid without comment, and said firmly, “Go sit over there. I’ll be right back, darling.” I obeyed. We ate together, her presence doing more to fill me than the food itself. Afterward, she drove us to a quiet park and lit a cigarette, her eyes distant, sharp with thought. Then she turned to me. “What are you willing to do to please me?” she asked. I gave the only answer I knew: “Anything, Mommy.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Anything?” she repeated. I hesitated, feeling how deep I was already in—and yet, not nearly deep enough. Instead of replying, I dropped to my knees beside her, took her hand gently and kissed it. Placing my hand on her thigh, I said, “I’d give you the world and burn it down for you.” She looked at me, her voice almost tender. “I already have the world,” she said, “but I like how you feel.” Her fingers ran through my hair like I was something soft, something hers. Then she leaned in and whispered, “Go back to my apartment. Wait for me. You know how.” And I did. I waited, naked, blindfolded, on my knees facing the door. The silence was thick. Then came the sound of her heels in the hallway. I smelled her before I heard her key—her perfume always arrived first. The door opened. She stepped in and stood before me, still, steady, powerful. Then she spoke, and her voice was velvet and steel: “You’ll suffer for me now.” I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to. I was already gone. And then I heard it—the soft, unmistakable sound of her leather belt slipping free.
The ocean 🌊 water view with candles 🕯️ cupcakes 🧁 me in a dress him in a suite and tie. Music playing lights hanging over us. At night of course. Kisses 😘 dancing. Slow dancing. Taking pics just love eachother.
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